My Brother My Slave Ch. 06

*A/N: IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE DOMINATION STORIES, don't waste your time reading this series. You have been warned. I recommend that if you are coming across this story you visit chapter one to grasp the entirety of the story. I know there has been a long delay and I hope to update more chapters soon. Feedback is appreciated and helpful.*

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Emily twisted the chrome lever and watched the water flow forcefully from the spigot filling the large tub. She sat on the edge of the large basin, straddling the barrier holding in the steaming, growing pool, absolutely and completely naked. Her hair was stiff from sweat and her skin had a clammy feel. As she gazed down at the patch of trimmed hair crowning her slightly parted and pressed lips of her sex against the fiberglass tub, she felt like brooding. The cool surface of the tub seemed to enhance the ache already occupying the surface of her pouting entrance. She was hungry, so physically hungry, and not for food.

She'd awakened that morning desperate to fuck her younger brother. She almost felt shocked at the admission in her own mind. She was desperate to fuck her little brother. Initially she'd set out to break his will, to punish him for his blatant insolence. Angered to the point of retribution, Emily had hastily concocted a plan with Christi to show her little brother that his resistance was pointless. They'd made a quick trip to a novelty store and picked up the needed supplies for Jeff's punishment. It had worked flawlessly. Jeff had been stripped and then held in a state of constant arousal for almost two hours. She had watched his cock, hard and red from the attention given, longing to slide it into her sex, and impale her young body wholly upon his pulsating shaft. Now, six hours later, she still hadn't gotten the chance to fuck him.

Bringing Jeff to the pinnacle of bliss had been a strenuous exertion on his body. She'd seen his mind laid bare, his body and senses in complete control of his being. She almost envied him, almost. Fatigued to the point of exhaustion, he'd fallen asleep shortly after they'd finished, cock still twitching. The girls had left him to his inflicted mental and physical release. After cleaning the equipment, she'd checked back in on him and found he was still asleep. Emily had removed the restraints carefully and let him be. She hadn't wanted to let him sleep, she had wanted to wake him and demand he take her but something inside insisted she wait a little longer.

She felt her pussy grow wet at the thoughts of his cum as it shot up from the device she'd put in his cock. Focused, pressurized as it had been, it had shot forcefully into her mouth, almost to the point of choking her. She could feel his flesh shudder within the metal collar, raging against her tongue. Sweet and potent, it awakened dark and intense hunger that she felt overwhelmed to deny. She needed him. She felt like, though Jeff was a slave to her desires, she was a slave to his body. She didn't know where the longing had come from, only that it seemed uncontrollably intense. Her nights were restless with dreams of his hard body taking her. Her days were accompanied by a seemingly ever present aching in her groin demanding fulfillment. She wanted him. She wanted her brother, inside her, plunged to the hilt of her outer sex, jerking with release and squirting his seed into her. The last fuck had overloaded her mind. She didn't know how to describe it. Warmth flowing from her brother's cock filled her insides. She'd felt the surges of wet warm cum as it exploded from his thick member. A feeling of heat that had spread from her stomach to the rest of her body had intensified her orgasm and she'd been left shaking in his arms. Jeff was the largest man she'd ever taken. The girth of him stretched her, the length of him pierced her, and the convulsing jerking motion of his orgasm, drove her g-spot insane. Except for Jeff, she'd never had a guy's cock stimulate her g-spot. Ever since first time she'd straddled him as he sat jerking his cock in the bathroom, she'd felt the empty space in her pussy demanding that intense stimulation over and over again.

Emily shook her head to clear her thoughts and only then realized that the water level in the tub was already well above what she'd wanted. Shutting off the flow of water, she stood and stepped into the hot bath. She sank down, feeling the heated water enveloping her. It flowed up her thighs and then bathed her sex helping to ease the hunger of which she hadn't stopped thinking. The water caressed her stomach and chest as she lay back in the tub, sighing as the heat began to loosen knots of tension in her back and shoulders. She felt her muscles relaxing in the warmth surrounding her.

As her mind began to wander, Emily's thoughts returned to Jeff. He was all but comatose in the bedroom upstairs. She'd tortured him until even she'd been ready to end it. The strain of holding him at the brink had made him cum hard. In fact, by the look on his face and the copious load of sperm shot from his tip, she assumed he'd never cum that hard in his life. She's had fun with it, with each added sensation of pleasure applied, Emily found herself getting more and more turned on.

She had observed her brother, strapped down to the table, writing in obvious enjoyment. Watching him in so much pleasure brought a smile of satisfaction. She knew that she really did care for him, in a way far deeper than sibling love. She wanted him. But she didn't trust him, not with her heart, and not with their secret. She held her blackmail to extort his cooperation. Emily knew that ultimately, regardless of how much she loved him, she wouldn't give him up. He was hers now. She felt her first born blood surge in dominance and it was unwilling to give up control. She had felt her sexual pleasure heightened by her control and she intended to keep that control. She knew she wouldn't let Jeff go. He was her brother, her blood; he was her slave.

A knock at the door broke Emily's reverie. Christi peeked in and, seeing Emily's attention to her opened the door and strutted in. Both women remained nude, completely comfortable in their sexuality. They'd gone downstairs after Jeff's torture and had ice-cream, each sitting naked on a stool as they talked about her brother. Christi had begged details about every encounter she'd had with Jeff, asking Emily to give every juicy and racy tidbit about their experiences. Christi was a slut, and proud of the fact. She'd looked like a kid at Christmas as Emily had described how it felt fucking, sucking, and milking her brother's gorgeous cock. Emily couldn't help but smile as she replayed the memories in her mind, from the brutal and fierce fucking she'd coerced him into performing while she'd secretly videotaped, to watching him explode and barely catching the geyser of cum shooting from his cock as he sat trembling on the chair in front of her. She relived the blissful look of vulnerable pleasure as his young body pulsed every ounce of sexual energy into her quivering pussy.

Christi looked down at Emily soaking in the tub and smiled. Sitting on the floor next to the tub, Christi glanced over her friend's body showing appreciation for all Emily's feminine curves. Christi had the look of someone wanting to beg a favor. Emily had inkling as to the favor, but she just lay back and waited.

"Feeling relaxed?" Christi asked in a nonchalant manner, her gaze focusing mostly on Emily's tits protruding from the water. Emily enjoyed the voyeurism and did nothing to hide herself form her friend. She could feel the already stiff flesh harden fully under the appraising gaze.

Emily sighed. "Not in the way I want to be." She looked at her friend, who met her gaze. "But I intend to take care of that as soon as he's awake." She couldn't keep the smile from her face.

Christi grinned. "I trust you'll let me watch again?"

"I did promise you could, didn't I?"

Christi dipped a finger into the water and smiled. "I'm looking forward to seeing you two in action. From what you've told me, it's not something to miss." She didn't meet Emily's gaze this time and though it was unsaid, Emily knew exactly what Christi wasn't saying.

As the silence hung there Emily sighed. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet. Indeed, Jeff was her slave, but even so she felt hesitant to give Christi's bold request. She knew it was selfish, but then, why shouldn't she be? Jeff was her brother; her own flesh and blood brother, with a gorgeous body, perfect cock, and dutifully submitting. "Maybe, Christi. I'm not promising that."

Christi looked up, a look of anticipation on her face. "You mean it?"

"I said maybe, regardless of whether I decide yes or no, I'm fucking him first."

Christi grinned. "Oh come on, you're in a nice hot bath relaxing."

"I'm going fucking insane!"

Christi looked at her, "My offer is still open you know."

"Emily gazed at her friend for a moment, then looked off into an abyss. "I know, but I want to feel the whole of this frustration released with him inside me. I want to feel his solid cock, stuffed so deeply in me that he cums from my orgasm. I just...." She paused looking for the right words.

"Want to get fucked." They both said, Christi nodding her head knowingly.

"Want some help washing up?" Christi said

Emily chucked, but shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll soak for a bit and then go wake him up. I already feel like I'm climbing the walls."

Her friend arose and headed for the door. "Come get me before you do, I wouldn't miss this."

Emily only nodded as she stared at the ceiling, as if she could see through the floor and into his room.

Christi left her there soaking in the heat to ponder. Emily felt a little drowsy from the day's activities and the pleasant warmth surrounding her felt like a pleasant blanket. As tempting as it was for her to drift off, she refused to wait any longer to satiate her longing. She could pass out after Jeff had fucked her sore, after he'd convulsed in orgasmic eruption within her.

She pictured him in her mind, tracing him, touching him, stroking him back to his full potential. She wanted to feel him, his muscular body a rock to her molten need. Blood flowed, warmed by more than the water, and beat within her aching chest. Her nipples felt hard and sensitive, longing to be tortured by his strong hands.

Emily breathed deeply and stood. Water cascaded in rivulets down her slender naked form, dropping from her hardened nipples and soaked hair. Despite having just bathed, she could smell her own arousal already radiating from her flaring pink sex. The scent gave her an idea. She pondered it over as she dried herself with one of the guest towels.

After Emily had dried her hair, she headed for the room where she'd left Jeff sleeping. Her right hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing the soft wet flesh as she climbed the stairs. She quietly entered the room, careful not to awaken her little brother. For a moment, Emily looked at Jeff's muscular naked body. Her cunt seemed to grow warmer and her hand was coated thoroughly with her arousal. She resisted the growing urge to moan as her hands moved about their delicate work. Emily walked around the head of the table and took her left hand away from her pussy, raising it until it was just above Jeff's nose.

Emily watched in fascination as his sleeping form stirred. Jeff's head turned away and she moved her hand so that it was again just below his nose. Jeff stirred again, and this time Emily noticed that his flaccid cock started to harden and grow. Amazed at the effect, Emily kept her hand by his nose so that he constantly breathed in her sexual perfume. Her heart was already pounding in her chest. Taking in the masculine prominence of his gender, the muscular build of his body made her ache all over from the anticipation that had been building all day. She could feel her excitement growing. She was completely fascinated how his body was reacting to her scent, preparing itself to ravage the female whose scent proclaimed undoubtedly to his senses a carnal demand for dominating power and virility. She looked at his cock and saw it twitching as it finished its rise and now began filling to its full girth. He was unmistakably ready to fuck the aromatic female in heat, now she merely needed to bring him to conscious awareness. She gazed at his protruding member for a moment, knowing what was soon to happen, savoring the knowledge that his body was her slave as was his heart. She wanted it, she ached for it, she panted for it. Emily knew she must wake him in a submissive manner. She needed to make him hers before she allowed herself to submit to his primal assault; and she would demand the assault, welcome it.

The stool that stood next to the table was about the right height. Emily moved it quietly, glancing back at Jeff to make sure he was still asleep and noting that his cock was still at full mast. The table was firm and stable and she was thankful as she stepped up from the stool onto its surface. She calmed herself as best she could and stepped to either side of his head. Squatting down, Emily hovered her wet sex in front of his face. She tenderly placed her hand on his forehead.

"Come on, Jeff. Wake up" She said softly. Despite her desperation, she wanted him to wake pleasantly. "Wake up Jeff. Your big sister needs you."

Jeff's eyes flitted open. He took in the visage and scent of his sisters pussy and then looked up at Emily's face. His nostrils flared and his eyes darted back to her shaven lips, pouting, wet and eager for action. His eyes fixed upward on her face once more.

Emily looked down and smiled. "I imagine you're hungry, Little Brother, want a snack?"

Jeff glanced back to her dripping cunt. With a few more blinks, Jeff's hands came up and grabbed her ass, drawing her aching sex to his mouth. Like a man parched, he began to suck and lick Emily's pussy, licking her like she was a leaking fruit, sweet and fresh.

As Jeff's tongue touched her pink, puffy, pouting pussy lips, she gasped suddenly with the rush of sensation that suddenly flooded her nerves. She'd brought herself to an orgasm on the couch while Christi had stroked Jeff's cock in front of her. Much like a light snack before an actual meal, it hadn't done much to ease the hunger thrumming through her body. His touch was like pure energy exploding from her clit through her whole body. Emily shook as he lapped at her, tasting, bathing, lashing her clit with his tongue. Minor tremors gave way uncontrollable spasmodic jolts in her muscles as he consumed her proffered essence. Her hips seemed to start a rhythmic motion that quickly accelerated into grinding as her legs felt the strain of holding her above his mouth. Her arms reached around and began to play with her sharply taunt nipples.

Emily was panting as her little brother ate her dripping cunt. Jeff's tongue began to dart into her in shallow strokes, alternating between her clit and her tunnel. She was amazed at how well he was doing. She was getting closer to the edge; tension from torturing him earlier had built to an insane urge to have him. Emily began to sink lower, the strain and pleasure too much for her to hold herself up; Jeff's hands gripped her ass, giving her support. At the same moment Emily felt a mouth move her hand and suck on her right nipple. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see Christi sucking on her tit. She was surprised and suddenly felt a wave of pleasure growing beyond her control. Emily's voice cried out in relief as her orgasm flowed. Fire in her veins burned in shuddering pleasure. Panting, trembling, screaming she came atop his mouth in a writhing convulsion. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her pelvic floor clenching and releasing in time with the continued stimulation of Jeff's mouth. Her skinned crawled and her body tingled as overloading sensations overcame her mind.

Jeff continued his assault and the orgasm lasted longer than she'd expected. Her legs snapped shut with the pleasure being too strong, Jeff's head was clutched between them, preventing complete closure. She had very little leverage and He was able to lift his head into her sex. Emily let out a throaty wail unable to hold it back as her supersensitive flesh was touched by his heated tongue. Her hands shaking she pushed his head back. Jeff's arms lifted her up. Emily couldn't resist as he lifted her back and with an unexpected movement of swift intent, impaled Emily's pussy on his cock. Emily's eyes went wide as she felt the single stroke, penetrating, stretching, and filling her tight tunnel with his thick masculine presence. She cried out in pleasure and a bit of pain her vaginal muscles clung to the invading rod of hardened flesh. She hadn't been prepared for his entire length so quickly and there was a slight sting as his thick cock drove in deep. She could the lips of her pussy grind into his dark curly hair as he embedded himself inside her body. Emily was panting with the assault and began to moan as Jeff, forcefully lifted her hips up and began driving his cock in and out of her cunt. His muscular arms tense as he began to fuck her , pulling her body up and down his shaft. Emily fell forward on his chest as he drove into her with deep fevered movements. To her oversensitive sex, her pussy could seemingly sense every pulsing vein on the length of his iron rod as it mercilessly slid in and out. Jeff's hands adjusted his grip, moving his fingers to the cleft of her ass, he held her cheeks in his palms. Cradling her supple ass in his hands, he pumped his thick length into his sister with determination and without pause.

Emily's face was flushed and contorted into a near cry of agonizing pleasure as the entire length of her brother's cock slid in and out of her sex, the lips of her cunt flaring each time he pulled his length out of her. She wanted to cry, laugh, and scream out as waves of pleasure slammed her mind in rhythm with his stroking dick. Her hair fell around his head, still slightly moist from her bath. Jeff's body was hardened steal beneath her. Emily thought about how much she needed to cum. She could feel it on the verge of manifesting, yet it seemed impossibly far away. She felt like she was going to pee herself as he continually skewered her sex on his. She was shaking, feeling his fingers touching the sensitive flesh around her anus. Jeff's fingers held her ass tightly in their grip, spreading her ass a little to maintain his grasp. She felt his cock jerk within her.

"Jeff, don't you fucking cum until I do!"

Her words were strained as she yelled them through gritted teeth. Her breath was ragged and shallow as her body neared the precipice. Coiled tightly in a torrent of stimulation, Emily's head began to lift as her back arched up. Her breasts jiggled furiously as Jeff pounded her pussy with his thick cock. She was near abandon, shaking from the onslaught while her whole body begged for just a little more. Her toes curled as muscles began to tighten of their own will. Sweat glistened on her nudity in the light of the room and she could hear the slap, slap, slap of her flesh against his.

Christi watched the two as they ground their sexes together in a furious lust to release the built up tension coiling visibly before her eyes. Christi walked around the back of the two and sat on the stool between Jeff's legs. Christi's first two fingers were already buried in her own slick cunt while her thumb mashed against her throbbing clit. She looked intently focused on the shaft of Jeff's gorgeous cock as it quickly appeared and disappeared into her friend's pussy. She would respect Emily's claim, but that wouldn't stop her from dreaming about Jeff's thick shaft as he thoroughly fucked his big sister.

Jeff, thrusting into his sister, called out above her punctuated moans. "Christi? Hold my feet please."